“This,” said my guide, “is popularly called the Comfortable Bedroom. The old man can no longer produce his hektone and a quarter monthly, and his grandson, who has the right to take over the burden, has just been mated. Most of our old qualify for life in senility, but no doubt he dissipated his credit margin in youth. Again, many prefer to go this way. Now if he had been a woman he would have been accredited thirty hektones for each child supplied to the State. That is Doctor Sanson’s method of assuring productivity.” But I broke from the man in horror, forcing my passage through the crowd, which was dispersing already. I ran on through hall after hall, approaching the central part of the building, until I was again blocked by a crowd, this time of young men and women in blue, who were reading a lengthy list of letters and figures, suspended high in the center of this chamber. Most of these young people were in pairs, and, as they read, they nudged each other and exchanged facetious phrases. But one pair I saw who, with clasped hands, turned wretchedly away and passed back slowly toward the entrance. “This is more cheerful than the Comfortable Bedroom,” murmured a voice at my side. The new speaker was a dapper young fellow with a small, pert mustache and an air of insinuating familiarity. He placed his hand upon my arm to detain me as I started to move away. “The kindly Council, which relieves old age of the burden of life, also provides that the life to come shall be as efficient for productivity as possible,” he said. “I see you are a stranger and may not know that these young people are here to learn the names of their mates.” “Do you mean that the Council decides whom each man or woman is to marry?” I asked. “To mate? Yap, in ordinary cases. There is no mating for one-fourth of the population—that is to say, those of the morons whose germ-plasm contains impure dominants, and who are yet capable of sufficient productivity to be permitted to reach maturity. Grade 2, the ordinary defectives, who number another fourth of the people, are at present mated, though Doctor Sanson will soon abolish this practice. The sexes of this class are united in accordance with their Sanson rating, with a view to eliminating the dominants.” “And these are defectives of what you call Grade 2?” I asked. “No, these are all Grade 1 defectives,” he answered, regarding me with amusement. “Defectives such as us. We number forty-five per cent of the population and form the average type. They are free to choose within limits. The Council prepares periodically lists of young men and young women in whom the deficiencies are recessive, and those on one side of the list may mate with any of those upon the other side. Monogamy is, however, frowned upon. I suppose you, in your country, never heard of this plan?”